21st Slay [Video] Ain't gonna go to work no more.

[whattingawhat]

[There's a very up close shot of Buffy's face. It pulls out to show a punching bag that's been broken off it's chain. The target on the wall has a cluster of throwing knives at the bulls eye. The training dummy is more splinters than training dummy. Someone has been venting rage and pain. She's never killed a human before. She's killed vampires, demons, witches and things she can't name but never anyone entirely human. It's about the advantage she has over people--the whole using her power for good not evil thing.]

I quit.

[And she turns the camera off]

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[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Right. That's your venue.

[Eh she usually has to just get over it herself. Giles or Angel were really the only ones any good at peptalking her]

But then I wouldn't be living up to the standard.

[commarogue]

Hey, I'm not trying to--

[Huff.]

Just trying to help, here. This isn't you, okay. Maybe just go blow off some steam or something. C'mon, we'll hit a bar or crash a prissy party or something.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[She considers this for a moment. It actually sounds...nice. Like fun. Or something like that]

Okay. Lead the way O Dali Lhama of the Darkside.

[commarogue]

[An arched eyebrow -- for both Buffy's slightly-easier-than-anticipated acceptance and for the Darkside Lhama thing.]

Kay.

[It's not long before Faith's lead Buffy to a serious dive bar near one of the Underground entrances. The interior was unkempt, clearly rarely cleaned and likely never updated. A couple of regulars (who now knew not to mess with Dali Lhama of the Darkside) moved away from their spaces at the bar where it was most secluded - a corner in the back. This was clearly Faith's space, and she edged her butt onto the stool, not expecting to see Buffy follow her inside. She's pretty sure that an actual look at Faith's life would shake Buffy out of her idiocy.

This is reminiscent of years ago when Buffy decided to tread the line, the only difference being that Faith's now somewhat potentially capable of dragging her blond counterpart's ass back over it to where she belongs.]

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[Dive bar suits her mood right now so she slides onto the stool next to Faith and orders shots of tequila.]

Atmosphere-y

[It's a kind of atmosphere anyway.]

[commarogue]

[A nod back, and Faith takes notice of some of the sideways glances her fellow regulars are giving them. Buffy's the very opposite of what's usual in this place and part of what Faith was hoping for is going down. They're noticing.]

No girly drinks here.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[Okay so she notices the stares. There's no way she couldn't. A glance at Faith]

So you order.

[commarogue]

[A hand motion, and the bartender's deposited two glasses he then fills with something colored blue, something that'll burn and itch a little. Faith clinks her own against Buffy's before downing it and placing the glass back on the bar.]

After awhile, the normal shit just doesn't do it. Not sure what it is, but trust me, it works.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[That gets an arched eyebrow from Buffy but she takes the shot and tosses it back, making that adorable scrunchy blah it burns it burns face after wards]

And apparently by it works you mean it melts you esophagus and stomach. I thought Spike's liquor tasted bad.